Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2000 21:33:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Grant Colby
Subject: MTV CrossRoads
This is FICTION. It NEVER happend, at least not to
my knowledge. This story is not intended to imply
anything about the sexuality of Carson Daly, James Van
Der Beek, or any member of N Sync.
"Great show! Thanks for being here," Carson said,
smiling. James looked back into Carson's eyes,
wondering just what was going on in his mind. Carson
Daly's smiles always seemed more like knowing leers
than friendly grins.
"No problem, I had fun," James lied with a smile.
He hated things like this, but it came with the
territory of being a teen idol.
"Good. Hey, next time you're in town, we
definetly gotta have you on TRL," Carson said. James
nodded and gave another fake smile as they reached his
dressing room door.
"Sure thing. I'll see you around," the blond
said, closing the door behind him before Carson could
say anything more. Walking over to the sofa in the
corner, James Van Der Beek sank down with a heavy thud
and closed his eyes.
"How do I let myself get talked into these
things?" He wondered out loud. He'd just finished
co-hosting the farce that was MTV's TRL Super Bowl
special. He'd been no more than a footnote to the
show, though, overshadowed by that boy band, N Sync.
A small smile crossed James' face when he
recalled how he'd managed to show up the boys in the
group by tossing the football through a ring when the
five of them consistently missed. "It's a good thing
they can sing!" He'd joked to Carson, on the air.
Heaving himself off the sofa, James walked across
to the mirror and sat down at the table in front of
it. He stared at his reflection for a few minutes,
turning his head slowly from one side to the other as
he did so, to get the complete picture.
This was the face that made girls scream. This
was the face that graced so many teen magazines and
that was featured every single week on the Dawson's
Creek. He was famous. He was a star. He was wanted by
girls all over the world, and probably a lot of guys,
too.
Guys. The thought of guys wanting him always gave
James pause. It gave him a strange feeling inside,
much like Carson's insinuating smiles did. It
certainly wasn't something he wanted to contemplate,
though. He wasn't a fag, after all. He did it with
women all the time. Lots of them. What did it matter
if sometimes, every once in awhile, a guy's face would
pop into his head while he was sliding his cock in and
out of some woman? It didn't mean anything.
Unbidden, the thought of a few of those lame N
Sync guys popped into his head and he felt a slight
stirring in his pants. He quickly focused his mind on
Christina Aguilera, who'd put in a cameo on the show,
and drove the thought of the grinding and thrusting
that the five guys had done on the stage right in
front of him just a few minutes before.
James glanced at his watch and then at the
growing bulge that was tenting out the front of his
pants. He needed to get laid, but he didn't have much
time. It would be easy to find a willing girl near at
hand, the audience had been crawling with them and
they hadn't all been underage. He considered the
prospect for a few seconds and then decided against
it.
Moving back across the room, the young tv star
sank back onto the sofa and quickly undid his pants.
His right hand slid inside, pushing past the waistband
of his black boxer-briefs, and wrapping itself around
the warm pole it encountered within.
Leaning his blond head against the back of the
sofa, James pulled his cock through the open fly of
his pants and began to run his fist up and down the
shaft. He started slowly, taking a few moments to
savor the rhythm and the sweet sensations it was
creating within him while he thought of Christina in
her short, rather slutty outfit.
After a minute or so of this, though, James began
to pick up the pace and soon he was pounding up and
down on his cock like the world was about to end and
he had only moments left in which to cum.
Rolling his head from side to side and biting his
lip to stifle his moans, James brought his free hand
up inside of his shirt and began to pinch his nipples
one at a time. He ectasy growing beyond control, the
image of Christina faded completely from his
conciousness and was suddenly replaced by and image of
one of the N Sync guys, Justin Timberlake.
His eyes firmly closed, James imagined Justin
slowly pulling off his shirt, reveling a toned and
smooth chest that was glistening with sweat from his
performance. Justin ran his hands seductively up his
chest, eyes locked onto James as he did so. Suddenly,
Justin was joined from behind by his band mate, JC,
who was completly naked. His hard on was standing at
attention, nestled among a trimmed nest of black hair,
and rubbing against Justin's hip.
As James watched in the total agony of desire and
lust, JC reached down to the front of Justin's pants
and began to stroke his hard cock through the fabric.
Justin leaned back into his friend, letting his
desires boil over as he groaned loudly, his eyes still
open and locked on James's face.
An explosion of delight rocked James's sweaty
body and he felt the warmth of his own cum hit the
side of his face. Breathing heavily, he opened his
eyes and looked down at his pants and shirt, which
were splattered with his own juices.
After taking a few moments to catch his breath,
James stood up and quickly stripped off the soiled
clothing and changed into his every day clothes to
leave the studio.
****************
"C'mon, let's get out of here before Carson comes
back and starts hitting on us again," Justin
Timberlake pleaded with his fellow band mates, all of
whom seemed to be taking an enormous amount of time to
change.
"He seems to like you best, Curly!" Joey grinned
from across the room.
"That's what I'm afraid of!" Justin shouted, only
half kidding.
"C'mon, you know that you're dying to get it on
with him," JC laughed, slapping his friend on the arm.
"Yeah, sure. You were the one making eyes at Mr.
Dawson's Creek," Justin joked, punching JC back
playfully.
There were a few moments of general laughter
before the topic was changed, but Justin's mind
remained where it had been since that afternoon during
rehearsals- on James Van Der Beek.
It was one thing to joke with the guys about
Carson Daly, and to tease JC about checking out the
teen star they'd met that day, but Justin knew deep
down that he would indeed like to get to know James
better, a LOT better, in fact.
When he stopped to consider his sexuality at all,
which wasn't often, Justin had to classify himself as
bisexual. He loved women, loved the attention they
showered upon him. But he was also very attracted to
other guys, too. At various times in the past few
years, he'd even had a few discreet encounters with
guys he'd met on tour, mostly in Europe.
The other guys had no clue, of course, and it
wasn't really any of their business anyway. Justin had
no doubt that Lance was gay, because anyone with two
eyes could see that. It was a subject that wasn't
discussed among the five of them, and certainly not by
Lance himself. The others were all straight as arrows,
of course.
Was James straight? Justin wondered. He'd never
been with another celebrity before, it might be nice
for once not to have to worry about the person he was
with selling the story to the tabloids and ruining the
squeaky clean image of the band. James had to be
staying in town tonight, maybe he'd find out where and
give him a call...
'Shit. Did Justin really notice me checking out
James? Or was he just kidding?? I thought I was being
really careful. He must have just been kidding. But
what if he wasn't? What if he's trying to judge my
reaction right now? Damn it, I've got to stay cool.'
JC thought as he finished changing into his street
clothes.
James WAS really hot, though. JC wondered if
maybe there was a chance that the two of them could
hook up. They'd both be in town that night with
nothing to do, after all. James had seemed really
stand offish during rehearsals and taping, but maybe
it was just because everyone else was around. It
wouldn't hurt to find out where he was staying and
give him a call that night, when he was away from the
other guys, JC decided.
Lance could feel himself blushing, as he always
did when the subject of anyone being gay came up. Do
they know?? He always wondered. Half the time he was
sure that he managed to hide it from everyone, but the
rest of the time he had the sinking feeling that
everyone knew. The rest of the guys always teased each
other about being 'homos', like all straight guys
seemed to do, but they'd never teased him that way. To
Lance, that seemed a dead give away.
After a few seconds, though, the hot feeling that
seemed to be glowing around his head faded away and he
finished putting on his clothes in silence. JC hadn't
really been checking out James, of course, any more
than Carson was really interested in Justin. Things
like that just didn't really happen. Sure, there were
other gay guys out there, but they were all really
feminine and you could spot them easily. Guys who
looked and acted like JC, and Justin, and James could
never really be gay. As for Carson, he'd dated
Jennifer Love Hewitt. That said it all.
Sighing, Lance looked around, feeling as alone as
he always did and wishing that he had someone to be
with that night. All the other guys would probably
find a woman and he'd be left alone as always,
watching tv or writing some lyrics.
Across the hall, in his own dressing room, Carson
Daly was on his knees in front of one of the show's
college interns, his mouth sliding up and down his
impressive cock.
"MMM. I can't believe I'm doing this," the intern
moaned. He was twenty years old, with shoulder length
brown hair and a perfectly sculpted muscular body.
Both of his hands rested on the back of Carson's head,
guiding it along his cock. "I'm not gay, I've never
even been with a dude before."
Carson wondered briefly if that was true, or just
something that was being said for his benefit. He
really didn't care. He'd had his eyes on this
particular intern for the past three weeks since he'd
started working on the show, and he'd finally got him
right where he wanted him.
"Dude, I'm really close," he groaned. Carson
picked up the pace and increased the suction. After
another minute or two, there was a sudden salty
explosion in his mouth and he began to swallow
quickly. He savored the final few shots, holding the
warm cum in his mouth for several seconds before
swallowing.
"You taste great," Carson smiled up at the
younger man and sat back on his haunches, admiring the
hard, naked body in front of him.
"Oh, God. What did we just do?" He looked
suddenly panicked know that his orgasm had subsided, a
look that Carson was familar with in situations like
this.
"I gave you a blow job. You enjoyed it, I loved
it. No big deal."
"But I'm not gay! I've got a girlfriend!" The boy
protested bending over and pulling on his white briefs
and looking around for the rest of his discarded
clothes.
"Look, this doesn't mean you're gay. You'd be
surprised at how many straight guys experiment. It's
okay. You had fun, you got off. Leave it at that, all
right?" Carson said.
The boy stared at him for a few moments and then
finished putting on the rest of his clothes. "I'm
going to quit. I can't be around you after this."
Carson shrugged his shoulders as the door closed
behind his latest conquest. It didn't really matter.
Carson lived for these breif encounters with hot guys.
He very rarely ever got it on twice with the same guy.
There were just too many hot guys around to waste his
time on one.
And now, tonight, he was going to have one of
the guys from N Sync. He hadn't quite decided which
one yet, but they were all going to be in Atlanta over
night, and open prey for his advances. Which one would
it be? Lance would be the easiest to seduce, but
Carson was up for more of a challenge. The thought of
James Van Der Beek suddenly popped into his mind and
he hesitated. Maybe he should make a move in that
direction instead. After all, he'd have plenty of time
around N Sync. He did work on TRL, after all.
"No worries," Carson said aloud to himself. He'd
be getting it on with some hot celebrity before the
night was over, of that he was sure.
TO BE CONTINUED, maybe. Write me at
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